I think the day was rather sunny,
at least that I recall,
layered in my own shawl
a travesty of the fall of humanity.
Could we ever move in freedom
if when we blink an eye
there is the question why
should we attempt design a kingdom.
When while a spiritual guide exists
in the hearts and mind
of the many who remind,
when is it that faith insists.
Can you see my eye, the fear I contain,
might reveal my inside
persona I keep beside
me as safely tucked away I can maintain
Some dignity of form I revel in
walk the streets clean
knowing that my machine
has met the standard; a societal win
now a certain grayness overcomes
the temperate nature of mine
a loathsome place I do incline
to share with no one; beat the drums.
When while I wallow in self-pity in frame
here now why would you let me join the game.